The Magus of Genesis

"Consideration…… consideration…"

"In the meantime, fine now. There you go. Come on."

When Lynn wiped her lips with her arms, she slapped me on the back to draw attention to her confusion.

When I rushed forward, a two-horned red dragon was about to break through Lynn's thick water wall and rush this way.

"Concentrate on driving."

Lin says no, countless water bullets emerge from the lake and are released towards the Red Dragon.

"No, no, no, no, no...!

To the extent that it can be held in a man's arms, though a frightening number, but the Red Dragon is pushed with a roar, and bound to the earth.

I've eaten a few times from the top of my coat, too, so I know exactly. When it comes to fire dragons, water bullets work better than being able to hit iron chunks of the same weight.

"Lynn, you, magic...? Or the consideration."

If exhalation leaking from Ella means breathing in the water.

"Yeah. I got it back, all of it! Memories and hearts I'd lost for hundreds of years. That's good enough for you."

Looking at Nicari and a pranky smile, Lynn strained her chest.

It's her smile, not bracing anywhere, not changing, not changing, and not changing.

At that time, a terrible explosion sounded.

A white dragon popped out of the smoke that stood up, trying to follow it, and four red dragons appeared.

Yuki, on the back of his eye, turned this way and opened his eyes slightly.

"Lynn!

"Yuki!"

Yes, just call it a name.

The two, once best friends, seemed to have guessed everything.

Yuki jumps from the back of the eye and takes it as if Lin, who turned it into a blue dragon, snaps up.

"I'm coming!

I wondered if the flash flashed at the same time as Lynn screamed, her shadow falling into the earth creeping thick and jumping up into the air.

Um, the technique is…………!

I won't forget. The magic that materializes and manipulates shadows is the magic that Luca, once Lynn's classmate, half a wolf, specializes in.

Lynn's shadows threw up a black-black fog brace all at once, surrounded by instantly darker darkness than midnight.

Burn it and scatter it, and the Red Dragons will spit out the flames. It destroyed every dragon in the shadows, but the real phosphorus grabbed its end and peeled it off.

Then he shapes a giant blade by covering it with a sword in Yuki's hand.

The magic that molds that flame is Lizard Man (Lizard Man) 's Sig move.

Running like a transmission line through the air, Tsu is Elf's purple move.

Yuki runs over it and waves his sword. The blazing sword ran freely through the universe as if it were a whip of willingness, tearing apart the scales of the Red Dragons who were supposed to have invincible resistance to heat and flames.

- Strong.

It was a strange thing.

They just regained their memories of the past, and they didn't grow up. In the first place, the two of them are clearly stronger now than they were before they lost their memory.

But at the same time, I felt like I knew why.

The only reason they got it back is because it was a memory they once had.

Both Lynn and Yuki today have grown far more than they did back then.

Wearing the magic of transforming into all appearances, Lynn imitated the power by transforming parts of her body into former classmates by reclaiming her memories.

With the rate of human growth and the longevity of the elves, Yuki demonstrated all the skills of the historical sword clubs with their privileged physical abilities by passing on memories.

Memory is so big for a wizard.

If magic is what shapes an image.

What you actually experience is much stronger than what you imagined.

Much more than what I said in words.

'What... is happening? Why... are they fighting us?

Seeing the sight of just two people overwhelming a four-headed fire dragon, my great-grandfather shrugged.

I guess they don't know. For them who have remained stronger than anyone and want their strongest name as they were born.

I can't believe how to be stronger now.

"Let me tell you something, Grandpa Hii."

But I'm not. It's a short life compared to him, but I'm sure the density of events I've experienced is many times higher. In many ways, I've met someone stronger than me many times.

I just saw my best friend earlier...... I think of D'Arga.

That was when I first met him. I was only a twelve-year-old young dragon then, even desperate to hunt behemoth. With me on my ass like that, D'Arga jumped to Behemoth's head, which is as good as Bill's, chopping that neck off with one blow, hard and thick as steel.

Reproduce that strength, that success... with my body.

Remember that sight, the sound I felt then, the smell, the feeling, all the emotions...

Besides, name it.

"Rigidity/Mighty Power"

As soon as I did, my whole body felt powerful.

Not at all like my bad enhancement magic. Because D'Arga's movements are firmly burned in the back of my brain. I show that strength on the scale of the dragon.

"Whoa, whoa!

My fist, which turned into a dragon, punches my great-grandfather several times as tall.

'What, and............!?

My great-grandfather raised his dismay as he was bounced off and rolled down the ground, but I was not surprised. D'Arga slaughtered a beast that weighed hundreds of times as much as he did, posing a threat to me, a man's body but also a fire dragon.

If so, the physical difference between me and my great-grandfather is so small if that power has been added as it is.

"Throwing stones/Throwing Stones!

I picked up a rock that rolled around and threw it away. It's the first international students I've ever welcomed that come to mind. When I decided to chair that class committee, it was a stone's throw.

Yuki's thrown stone struck the target by depicting an unnatural orbit, while Luca's thrown stone snapped the desk leg and broke the firewood. Of course, what I see on my desk now is my great-grandfather's legs.

"Small, imitate... such things!

A flame blows up from my great-grandfather's entire body, shooting down the rock as if it were an anti-aircraft laser. It's a horrible systemic weapon.

But I'm sure his imagination was limited there. Magic is nothing, I'm not just reproducing past events myself.

"An unexpected blow/Unexpectedly Strike!

A brick school building still remains in the village of Hiiro. That's just what I could do, that head thrust that the giant Ruffle destroyed. Copy that still clearly impressive destructive force into one of the thrown stones.

"None!?

It broke through the flames of interception and pierced my great-grandfather's body, causing him to pierce his knee.

"Kisa............ well............!

What the damaged Fire Dragon relied on was still its flaming exhalation. My greatly breathing grandfather's mouth air is distorted and the flame rises. How much heat is the exhalation of the flames that the old dragon who lives tens of thousands of years really blows? That's probably powerful enough to destroy the Fire Dragon as well.

"Firelizard/Salamandra"

But that never pierced me.

What I saw was a selection exam for a new study. It's the magic Mel showed you, a rare spiritual user. When the flame leaking from my grandfather's mouth turns into a giant lizard figure, I hold my grandfather back myself according to my will.

'If... stupid, like this, like...!

On his own flame with the power of a special, his great-grandfather suffers as he blows up smoke from all over his body.

That figure also becomes my strength as one memory. The heat resistance of the Fire Dragon scale is imperfect. He told me that if it was heat beyond its limits, it could do damage.

If so, all you have to do is hit my full strength.

Two memories are evocative.

"Redder than my scales, harder than my fangs, hotter than my blood tide, brighter than my eyes."

It was only twice in my lifetime that I let it go.

"Thou hast a spear that scorcheth all, Thou hast a sword that destroyeth all, Thou hast an arrow that pierceth all, Thou hast shattered all"

The first time was in D'Arga. The second time was to make a ditch in the earth.

The first, boiling rage.

A second time I failed to try to recreate that.

"What's your name?"

Now I know why I failed. Because the name you gave me wasn't what I deserved.

If you're going to reproduce all of your memories, the name you deserve for this magic can't be Fire Breathing.

"What's your name?"

It defies and blows up any irrationality.

"Reverse Scale/Dragon's Rage!

The sparkling runoff swallowed my great-grandfather.

As he wiped out the earth, he made a second great hole in the mountain behind him.

"Good. Nina, you're safe!

"Somehow..."

Her hair was burned with chillies all over the place and all over her body was painted on coal, but there seemed to be no major injury to Nina. I breathe relieved at the way I took Cruse beside me.

"Now, can you pull it off, Grandpa Hii?"

My great-grandfather was still alive after the blow of my all-powerful braces. Nevertheless, it is unlikely that its wings will burn to pieces and burn all over its body to fight any further. Even with the regenerative power of a dragon, it is a deep hand that will not recover in ten or twenty years.

"I don't want to kill you if I can, as you have taken care not to kill me."

"Threaten us..."

Kuku, and my great-grandfather leaks a drawn laugh.

That was more of a laugh that included some fun colors than a laugh of self-derision.

"Be good. My great-grandson." Forgive your strength. "

Abruptly. Out of the way. Without any context.

The words of my great-grandfather disappeared along the way.

Because the arrow was piercing the heart.

"What…………?

No one could react to it.

The Five Fire Dragons, Me, Nina, Eye and Cruse, even Lynn and Yuki.

While they could not react, even though they had lost their wounding power, all the Fire Dragons had lost their lives wearing their bodies by arrows.

It was the woman who cut her white hair short.

She was an unrecognizable woman with a familiar bow.

"A year for the Fire Dragon is 98 years for people."

In a cool voice, the woman says.

"Well, fire dragons don't last a hundred times longer than people. That might be reasonable or short."

"You are……… who"

Suddenly he appeared and suddenly killed the Fire Dragons.

I don't know where anyone is, what it's all about, or anything.

"Who is it? Who is it?

Yet I know this woman who laughs funny.

I was sure of that.

"Why are you asking me that? You know that, Lyoji. Because."

The woman calls my name in a friendly manner.

There's hardly anything you should know, my real name.

"You're the one who gave me the name."

Couscous and the woman laugh. But that's just for the upper side.

What's in your eyes, while your lips have been distorted by a grin since you showed up.

"It was a long time. Oh, it's been a long time. Really, it was a long time. It's been 300 years since then. Hey, Lyoji, if a year for dragons is a hundred years for men."

It was deep, deep, hateful.

"What the hell do you think a hundred years for a creature that only has a life expectancy would feel like?

To that question, I understand everything.

That was once taken away by me, survival of the white rat.

He killed Cruse... and he is also that archer who killed my mother.

"Algernon............!

The calamity itself took the form of a man, and he was there.